When I was young I used to wait On the boss and give him his plate And Pass the bottle when he got dry And brush away the blue-tail fly Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care My master's gone away And when he'd ride in the afternoon I'd follow after with a hickory broom The pony being rather shy When bitten by a blue-tail fly Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care My master's gone away One day he ride around the farm The flies so numerous they did swarm One chanced to bite him on the thigh The devil take the blue-tail fly Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care My master's gone away The pony run, he jump, he pitch He threw my master in the ditch He died and the jury wondered why The verdict was the blue-tail fly Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care My master's gone away They lay him under a 'simmon tree His epitaph is there to see "Beneath this stone I'm forced to lie The victim of a blue-tail fly" Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care My master's gone away The master's gone away